User talk:Mohaja

During childhood You will probably curious that, how was my childhood story or maybe you just want to get on with the story right away. So before I tell the story I would like to introduce self, my name is Mohammad Hashim Jafari, I am 16 years old and I am from Afghanistan and now I live in Australia which I love to be here. When I was about 7-8 years old, I used to look after sheep and goats, while my parents were doing other work like farming and doing other things. In the summer it was very hot to look after sheep and goats because the weather was very hot and I was getting really frustrated, when the sheep were walking very slow because of their fatty tails and the goats were just running around to find a shady place to stand under. At that time I was running after them for a while, when I was so desperate that I couldn’t get to them and couldn’t run as fast as they could. Then I was getting really really angry and that seemed like my brain and all my body was bursting in half, and sweat was running all over body like I was boiling inside the hot water which was in the middle of the fire. Sometimes I was just sitting somewhere and crying and crying and crying. At that time no one was there to encourage me. Every day two hours before the sky was getting dark I had to gather the sheep and goats from anywhere they went. Then I had to count them that make sure all of them were there, if any of them weren’t there I had to go around the pasture and look for them, otherwise I would spend the whole night outside the house. Outside was very scary and horrifying because at night time all the wild carnivore animals were coming down to the village from the mountain. They were making very bad and fearful noises which were killing me and whenever I remember that my body is shivering. My parents didn’t care where I was and where I was spending my nights. That was punishment which my parent determined for me, and then they would only let me to come home after one night. Then the next day my parent told me to be very cautious to do not lose any of the sheep and goats otherwise I would have to go and never come back home again. In the spring it was very nice and I was feeling comfortable to look after the sheep and goats because all around were fresh plants growing and all the sheep and goats were calm and didn’t move anywhere. They were just trying to feed themselves. I was enjoying the nice weather fresh air and natural streams which were running everywhere from every side of the mountains. It was very enjoyable to drink that natural fresh and cold water, which now I cannot dream of those beautiful and heavenly days which I had during my childhood. In the autumn I was also looking after sheep and goats but not for long time because it was getting pretty cold and the rain was coming. Then we had to keep our sheep and goats at home in the stable and provide them with hay and vegies, to feed them for the winter. But when the winter was coming my school was opened and all the children from my village were going to school. At school I didn’t have passion to study and couldn’t concentrate on any of the lesson which my teacher was teaching. Whenever my teacher was giving me homework, I despite and didn’t do any of them and my parent didn’t either care that I was doing my homework or not because they didn’t have knowledge how to read and write. The other day when I was going to school my teacher was asking me, why I didn’t do my homework. Then I didn’t have anything to say to my teacher. Then the teacher took out his stick which he was always hiding it under his jumper without being seen by anyone. Then hit me on my hands and also sometimes he was telling the two of his students to come and tie my feet together with a rope and then both of them had to get from both sides of the rope to make sure that I couldn’t move my legs. After all this my teacher was telling the student to get my feet in to the air. Then he started to hit and hit and hit me. I remember once when he hit me in the feet my feet were swollen, I was crawling and I couldn’t walk properly and I couldn’t put my feet in to my shoes. It didn’t get better for three- four days. I still can remember that very clear. After that I didn’t get hit from my teacher. That is the end of my childhood story.